Addicted to a Dirty South Thug 2

by Shan

  “Well, look, you niggas need to get me the fuck up outta here. Man, come on, KaeDee, why the fuck you couldn’t get me bail man?” I yelled, becoming frustrated.

  “Because your dumb ass ran to Colorado nigga. Lower your fuckin’ tone when you talking to me. Who besides Khi’s bitch know you were there that night, and how the hell does she know?” KaeDee asked, as he mugged me.

  “Because her ugly ass was there. That bitch is built like a boy, why the fuck is Khi even sweating this broad? She gonna get me locked up fam. Tell the goonie Tramell to come holla at me. I know he’ll take that hoe out with no problems,” I said, not giving a fuck about nothing at this point. The more and more I sat here and thought about my situation and the circumstances surrounding it, the more pissed I became. From here on out, it was fuck Khi and everything surrounding him since he wanted to do me like this.

  “Nigga is you crazy?” Cassidy asked me, and I looked at his like he didn’t even matter.

  “That’s what they say, Cass. They say I’m crazy… shit, I wonder why,” I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t miss the way KaeDee stared at me like he felt some type of guilt. I waved his ass off and sucked my teeth. “Only way y’all can help me is to get me out this bitch. I won’t survive behind these walls. You niggas couldn’t help me back then, so do what the fuck you gotta do to help me now. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone, and don’t muthafuckin’ cry at my funeral.”

  I got up and walked away from the table not even waiting around to see what they had to say. One thing I knew is that, had this shit not involved Khi’s bitch, and he wasn’t the one to put me here, that nigga would’ve done everything in his power to get me out of here. Now that I didn’t have that nigga, I didn’t know what the fuck I was gonna do. That shit hurt.

  Chapter 8

  KaeDee

  Later that day…

  Me: I need to talk to you about Cuba and Dae. Hit me back.

  Send.

  I pushed send on the text message to Khi and sat my cell phone down on my desk just before Lisa, my secretary stepped into my office.

  “Mr. Prince, Detective Henson is here to see you,” Lisa said, and I stood from behind my desk. I adjusted my tie and made my way to the front of the oak and Cherrywood desk. I leaned against it and slid my hands into my pockets. Detective Henson walked in and my eyes went straight to her thighs. She was dressed down in some black, tight dress pants that hugged her hips and outlined her shape perfectly. Shawty was bad to be police; she had what I called a mellow yellow skin tone. It was smooth, and her pretty pink lips were on the thick side. She wore her hair natural with a part down the middle that was straight and short stopping right beneath her chin.

  I noticed the extra pep she put in her steps, as she came toward me, and I didn’t miss the extra jiggle of her hips either. The only reason I was checking her out was because the last time I saw her, she looked nothing like this and couldn’t keep her eyes off of me. She’d gone home and gotten herself together with me in mind, and that shit made me smirk. I nodded, and she licked her lips.

  “Mr. Prince, there are a couple of things that I would like to discuss with you. Do you have a few minutes to give me?” Detective Henson asked, and I nodded again.

  “The coroner’s report was placed on my desk this morning and the findings made me do some investigating. I went by the school where your wife was found to see if they had any video, and it just so happens that they did. Just not exactly what happened because it only records images in still.”

  “So what? What was the coroner’s findings?” I asked, as Detective Henson handed me a few pictures that she held in her hand. I looked through them and noticed that muthafucka Tyrin, but I didn’t let the shit show on my face. That nigga was supposed to be dead. Khi and Tramell were supposed to had taken care of him. Seeing him alive and pulling the door open to Deonna’s car, made my blood boil. How the fuck did this shit happen; I thought, as I handed the pictures back to the detective and quickly slid my hands back into my pockets.

  “She was murdered. There is no way that the gunshot wound she sustained was self-inflicted. Do you know that man?” Detective Henson asked, and I shook my head and walked back around to the other side of my desk. I grabbed a glass that sat there next to my keyboard and walked over to the bar area to pour myself another glass of Henny.

  “Murdered, huh? Damn,” I said, and sighed as I tossed the liquor back.

  “So you don’t know this man? Do you have any idea who could want to hurt your wife? Or could it be possible that someone wanted to hurt you and chose to come for instead?”

  “Nah… I don’t know anything,” I told her, as I turned back around to face her making sure that I had my game face on. Detective Henson put all her weight to one side making her hip stick out on her sexy and voluptuous body. I sighed again as I looked her up and down and brought my eyes back to her face.

  “You should let the police do their job, Mr. Prince,” she said, and I walked around my desk again and leaned against it.

  “Yea…no doubt,” I answered, stoically. “I’ll let you do you.”

  Detective Henson chuckled. “Once again, Mr. Prince, I’m sorry for your loss. I’ll be in touch.”

  She walked out of my office, and I took in a long, deep breath before I let it out and went to grab my cell phone from my desk. Khi had answered my text, but I had needed to talk to his ass face to face. How the fuck could he fuck this shit up? That nigga told me he would handle it, and that I didn’t have to worry about shit, and now Deonna was dead because of it.

  I pushed down Khi’s name and waited for him to answer, but of course, his ass sent me to voicemail. I tried a couple of more times to get him on the line before I sent him another text message.

  Me: Answer the phone. We need to talk!

  Send.

  Khi: Like I said, Cuba is not up for discussion. She ain't got shit to do with nothing.

  Me: It’s about Deonna. She was murdered…come see me.

  Send.

  Khi: Sorry to hear that, bruh. I’m dealing with these females right now, but I’ll holla soon.

  Me: Now Khi!

  Send.

  I waited and waited for Khi to answer me back, and he never did. I could feel myself getting angry, and I tried to keep my cool, but I just snapped. I yanked my tie from around my neck, grabbed the glass from the desk, and tossed it into the wall. Glass shattered and the small residue of the alcohol smeared down the wall. I gritted down on my teeth, and then, fell down into my seat. I had always been the one to keep together in the most intense situations, but lately, it seemed like I couldn’t get a handle on shit. My life was falling apart. Deonna had came through like a tornado and ripped apart everything in her path.

  “Mr. Prince, are you okay? Can I pour you another drink?” Lisa asked, as I held my head into my hands. I shook my head no as she walked over to me and rubbed my back. “You should go home, boss. I’ve rescheduled everything for the next couple of weeks. You have too much on your plate, and you don’t need to be here stressing.”

  “Did you get what I asked?” I said, as I sat back in my chair again and rubbed the fuzz of my chin.

  “I did. This was all I could find,” Lisa told me, as she sat a file folder in front of me. I waited until she exited my office and closed the door behind her before I opened the contents. On the front page was a picture of Cuba Lance, born April 22, 1992. Grew up in a two-parent home, and dated none other than Rue Carter. Her file stated that she served three years on a drug charge and had just recently been released. It also said here that she was on supervised release and that her probation officer was named Annette Parker. I picked up the phone and dialed the number that was listed for her.

  “Annette Parker, please,” I said into the receiver and was then placed on hold. I pressed the button for the speaker and then sat the phone down as I waited for Mrs. Parker to come to the line. I was starting to think about everything that Dae had said. Maybe Khi was choosing hi
s bitch over the family. He specifically told me that he and Tramell were going to go down to Miami and see about Tyrin and that I didn’t have anything to worry about. At the time, we were at each other’s heads over the Dae situation, but I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. I didn’t think he would play me like I was some sucka as if I couldn’t get down and dirty just like he could. If he was choosing, then so was I.

  “This is Annette Parker, how may I help you?”

  “Mrs. Parker, this is Attorney KaeDee Prince. I wanted to call to speak with you about a probationer Cuba Lance.”

  It was fam over everything.

  Chapter 9

  Cassidy

  I walked into Tangie’s shop She is Beauty with a dozen roses in my hand, muthafuckin’ candy, and a teddy bear and shit like it was fuckin’ Valentines Day. A nigga ain’t had no pussy since I got out the muthafuckin’ pin. All my dreams and aspirations of getting my chick back on my team, being laid up, and blowing on some gas was crushed. She was real live hard on a nigga and her block and ignore game was on ten. Khi had hooked me up a cell, some paper, and of course handed me the keys to a townhouse and a brand new whip, and I been cooling and trying to get my head back right before I got back real heavy in the streets.

  So much shit was going on that I knew I ain’t have too long to sit still before I had to jump in and handle this business with my brothers. I needed to get shit right with Tangie before then. This shit was killing a nigga, because I really did care about this damn girl. Man she was all I thought about when I was locked up. Every muthafuckin’ day, I sat in that bitch hoping and praying she would hit me up some kind of way, and she never did. My big ass ain’t never felt like crying until every time I would ask Khi’s bitch ass if she ever asked about me. Every time he told me no, and how she was fucking with some lame ass nigga named Camp, I wanted the ball the fuck up and bawl like a little bitch.

  Karma was a dirty ass bitch. I felt like I was getting fucked with no Vaseline, and shit, at least I tried to get my muthafuckin’ life right and do good by my lady. I couldn’t help that I couldn’t resist the temptation. Hoes was always coming my way, and I know I didn’t have to fuck with them, but shit, my muthafuckin’ hair was like a soft spot for me, and bitches always wanted to rub their dusty ass shits in my head. That would lead to one thing, and that one thing always led to another. It never meant nothing to me though. Tangie was the only woman that I had ever given my heart to, but she wasn’t trying to hear that shit.

  I looked around the shop until I finally laid my eyes on Tangie. Everybody in this bitch had their eyes on me, and I was cool on it. None of them was hitting on nothing; not like my shawty was, and I was prepared to get on my knees and beg if I had to. Her muthafuckin’ ass was gonna hear me out today, and if not, I was gonna get real stupid. I needed to get my dick wet, and the longer she had me out here waiting, the angrier I became. Shit, it didn’t make no damn sense I was at the house with latex gloves trying to figure out how the fuck them Mexicans made them damn Fifis. Tangie needed to get her act together before I flipped and fucked around and murked some got damn body.

  “Bae,” I said, as I walked up on Tangie. She had her back to me and her little booty was sticking out just right in them damn skin tight jeans she was wearing. I wanted to get on my knees and just bite her ass. I shook my head feeling my damn dick rise just thinking about touching her.

  “What the hell? Cass, no,” Tangie said and threw her hands up, when I tried to hand her all this shit I had bought her.

  “So you ain’t gonna take my flowers?” I said, and then, gritted down on my teeth. “Got you some candy, this damn bear.”

  “You need to leave.” Tangie tried to walk away, and I sucked my teeth ready to toss all this shit and yoke her ass up.

  “You want me to act a fool in your shop? You know I don’t give a fuck,” I told her, and she sighed. “You gonna talk to me or what?”

  “Why won’t you just leave me alone?” Tangie tried whispering.

  “Because I need to fuckin’ talk to you!” I yelled, making sure everybody in this bitch heard me. “You gonna leave me standing here with all these flowers and candy!”

  “I’ll take it from his fine ass if you won’t,” some chick said from behind me, and Tangie bit down on her lip and rolled her eyes.

  “Hell, yea. Come here, baby. You ain’t gotta beg me to take them,” another chick said, and I smirked. I could see that it was pissing Tangie off, and I wanted it to. I knew she was a private person and didn’t want these ratchets all up in her business. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the back of her shop until we were in her office. I walked over to her desk and sat all that shit down. When I turned around, Tangie’s hand was midair ready to strike me, but I grabbed her little ass and pushed her against the desk.

  “Let me go, Cass!” she yelled, and I covered her mouth with mine. She pushed me back, and I placed my lips on her neck and assaulted her with my tongue. She squirmed and pushed, but her efforts were weaker than what I knew she was. I wasn’t a slow ass nigga, and I could see that she was missing the kid.

  “Babe, calm down,” I told her, as she began to hit me with her fist. Although that shit didn’t faze me none, I knew what was about to happen. It was only a few hits and seconds later that Tangie broke down on her desk and threw her hands over her face. I tried to pull her hands away from her, but she fought hard as hell to keep me from seeing what I knew was behind them. “Tangie, baby, talk to me. Please?”

  “Why did you have to come here, Cass? Please just stay away from me.”

  “Baby, please just talk to me,” I begged her.

  “I don’t want to talk to you. You hurt me so bad, Cass, and I just want to leave it in the past,” she cried, and I sighed.

  I pulled her from the desk and wrapped my arms around her. She was so small compared to me that, sometimes I felt like if I held her too hard, I would hurt her, but fuck it. I wanted her to know what I felt for her. I loved this damn girl, and I wasn’t afraid to admit that shit. All she had to do was give me another chance, and I swea’ on everything I love, I would never do anything to fuck it up.

  “Look at me, Tang…Ma’ look at me,” I forced her to stare up at me, and she tried her hardest to look away, but I wasn’t having that. “I know I fucked up. I know I did, and it fucks with me that I never got a chance to make that shit right with you, Ma. I was behind them walls losing, but I promise you, my thoughts was on you, and that was the only thing that kept me going. My main and only focus right now is to get shit right with you. That’s all I want. I ain’t gonna be able to do nothing else until I do that. Can we leave and go talk or something? I gotta lot of shit to get off my chest.”

  “Okay…just for a few a minutes, Cass. I have work to do, and I have clients coming to see me,” Tangie said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. That shit made me feel good, because I was prepared to flip that fuckin’ desk over and throw some shit until I got my way. Shit, Tangie know I can act like a big ass kid when I ain’t get my way with her. She hated to be embarrassed, and I would embarrass the fuck out of her if I had to.

  She walked ahead of me and out of her office. I reached out and grabbed her hand, and we strolled through her shop with a bunch of ratchets with their jealous ass eyes all over us. I swallowed back hard as fuck, cause the world we lived in was a dirty one. Bitches knew as clear as day when a nigga had a woman, and it didn’t even much matter to some of these hoes. They would throw the pussy no matter what, hoping a nigga would catch it, and damn if the temptation wasn’t hard to resist. Shit, I was a nigga before anything. This shit here, being faithful in a world full of temptation around hoes with no morals, was probably going to be the hardest challenge of my life. Especially, since I was finally free and hadn’t had any pussy in four damn years. Tangie was worth the challenge though.

  We hopped inside of the 2014 Cadillac Escalade and pulled off the scene. I wanted to take her to her favorite spot, but shit, just even thinking about going ba
ck to that place had me shuttering. I leaned back in my seat and glanced over at Tangie. She had her hands tucked underneath her butt and her legs were rocking from side to side.

  “You a’ight?” I asked her, and she glanced at me and then nodded.

  “I’m fine,” she said and pulled her hands from underneath her.

  “You hungry? You wanna get something to eat? What you wanna do?”

  “I told you, you only had a few minutes. I’m waiting on you to start talking.”

  “We’ll just go right up here to this IHOP then. I ain’t had no good ass pancakes in a minute, and that muthafuckin’ sign say they got unlimited pancakes. Hell yea,” I said and pulled into the parking lot.

  “Cass, I’m not about to be up here with your ass all day. Why can’t you just say what you got to say and take me back to my shop?” Tangie asked, as I veered through my rear view mirror at the black truck that had pulled in right after we did. I’d noticed that it was the same truck that I had seen when I bought the flowers a few blocks from here, again once I got out at the shop, and now here. The streets were still hot. I had knocked off somebody’s fam the other day, and I wasn’t naïve to the fact that a muthafucka was gonna come see ‘bout they peoples.

  “Cause I’m hungrier than a muthafuckin’ hostage. Get your ass out and come on man,” I told her and quickly grabbed that tool the moment she turned her head.

  Once we got inside, the hostess took us to a booth in the back of the restaurant. The whole set up made me nervous so I asked if we could be seated elsewhere. I needed to be able to have my back up against the wall, eyes on the door, and be able to see out the window. I wasn’t about to let a nigga catch me slipping over no damn pancakes.

  “Talk, Cass,” Tangie said, interrupting my thoughts. I popped my neck and looked around before I glanced at her, and then, down at my menu. Shit feel real off to me right now. I pulled my cell phone out and sat that shit on the table.